#anywAy have this

[ventifrappa]

whatever happened to our baby boy…

#will I ever know peace in digital art. unlikely #I do appreciate being able to colour stuff tho #anyway have this #aang #atla #avatar #atla art #atla fanart #ventifrappa #my art #venti art

[lover-of-mine]

There's nothing left here, all our best years are behind. What a brutal way to die but you choose it every time...

#911 #buddie #911edit #buddieedit #911 on fox #911 fox #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my edit #otp: you don't need to pretend with me #usercam #at this point i should have a cemetery tag lol #and a pining eddie tag #this is a terrible time to post a set #but like #ive been doing this for hours #i just want it posted #this was harder than i expected #like ooof #anyway have this #flashing tw #911verse

[riality-check]

“What was it like? When you and Steve were together?” Eddie asks.

Nancy’s face takes on a grave seriousness that, honestly, scares the shit out of him. She’s Nancy Wheeler, and she’s always serious, but this is the kind of serious she gets when Eddie’s seen her talk about how awful the Hawkins Post is or the best way to aim for the kill.

This is Nancy Wheeler at her most serious. If Eddie were a lesser man, he’d be shaking in his boots. Instead, he’s only slightly aware of the way his feet are going numb in his high tops.

“Loving Steve is the easiest thing you’ll ever do,” she says. “And he’s going to find it so easy to love you back, because that’s what he does.”

Eddie wants to nod or say something to acknowledge that, but he doesn’t. He keeps sitting on the couch next to Nancy and waits for her to continue after she takes a sip of her Coke.

“Being loved by Steve is the hard part. He’s going to see you in a way that doesn’t line up with how you see yourself.”

She takes a deep breath. Unlike Eddie’s, hers doesn’t rattle in her lungs.

Straightedge.

“Because he is only ever going to see the best parts of you, and he is going to love them with everything he has.”

She looks at him for the first time. “Do you understand?”

Eddie nods, and he wants to leave it at that. Instead, he opens his mouth and asks, “Do you think you’d still be together? If it weren’t for the monsters?”

Nancy downs the rest of her Coke like a shot. Maybe she wishes that’s what it was.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what could have been, but I do know we’re different people now.”

“Okay.”

“I think,” Nancy says, because she’s not done and she’s a hell of a lot better with her words than Eddie is, “that people want what they didn’t have growing up. I want to make it big and get noticed and get the hell out. And Steve wants things that are big for him but little for me.”

She levels Eddie another look. Her big eyes are imploring.

Do you understand? they ask. Do you blame me?

Yes, Eddie thinks. No.

“So, as long as you can handle him loving you, and if you want the same things, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Just fine?” Eddie asks, trying to bring some levity back.

Nancy smiles for the first time. “More than fine. You’ll be better to him than I was.”

And with that, she gets off the couch and leaves Eddie alone.

#it’s me again #it’s finals week #i have not studied #i feel like shit #task paralysis be like that #i hope y’all are doing well #anyway have this #i’m gonna use it eventually #but not until i get through a bunch of other stuff #this is from the depths of the notes app btw #ria writes #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fic #steddie #idk what else to tag this

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou is….a pervert. Through and fucking through, and honestly, you would’ve never believed he could’ve been described in such a way.

His little creep habits begun before you two even started dating. He’d ask you if you’d like to train with him, spar a little bit to work on your skill. And you agreed, even though he made you a little nervous with his impending size. He was great though, despite the occasional grope of your thigh and the quick sniff to your hair whenever he’d pin you. As much as he physically intimidated you in stature, you’d manage to pin him once or twice, and told yourself you imagined the bump under your thigh and how shaky his breath had gotten.

He picks you up after you two finish, bench presses you just to hear you giggle. It’s an excuse to grab you more though, feel how soft your skin is under his palm. He throws you over his shoulder when Kiri and Denki walk in with the excuse of wearing you out, which in turn only makes you giggle and kick your feet at him.

And after you start dating, he becomes unabashed with it. You wear a mini skirt around him, and his hands and eyes are glued to your peeking ass. Even kneels behind you when you stand in the entryway, readying yourself to leave, but he can’t let you go until he’s tasted you. Kneels there like some lowly beggar, ready to worship, his tongue asking for a miracle, his teeth biting for more of whatever he could hope to get.

When you go out for date nights, you’ve learned you can’t wear a low cut top around him. His eyes are glued to your chest the entire time, mutters just how pretty you look in the low lighting of the restaurant. And you thank him, ever so gracious and genuine, unaware of the thoughts that rest in the forefront of his mind.

You’re surprised when he pushes you against the passenger door of his car afterwards, face buried in your neck, hands groping at your chest. He pants against your skin, asks if he can fuck your tits when you get home, just one time, please, can he just try it with you once? And who are you to deny him? How could you when he looks so fucked out above you—eyes crossing and fluttering closed as he holds your tits by your stiff nipples to fuck his cock between the slick slide between them?

He’s gross and so perverted and you love it. Love it when he thinks he’s slick stealing your panties just to jerk off in them. When he thinks he’s getting away with coming inside of you when he thinks you’re asleep during the night. When he records your naked silhouette in the shower with the excuse of needing something in the bathroom. Gross, icky man that you can’t help but to love.

#I’ve had so many incomprehensible ideas today #tried writing one about bully BakuSquad but it just didn’t sound right :( #why is writing so HARD #anyway have this #love him gross and nasty #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[izanogi]

That slut Chat Noir

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #chat noir #nino lahiffe #Oh My God #ml reunion #ml season 5 spoilers #i saw him come out the car and jokingly said #omg chat was making out with adrien #anyway have this

[mjulmjul]

#artists on tumblr #illustration #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #hi all idk if anyone noticed but i haven’t been on much and feel like i forgot to draw #life’s busy! #anyway have this

[poppedbubblgum]

Raph’s battle nexus armor

I tried to take some inspiration actual Roman gladiators, as well as the scrappy feel of the nexus. The different pieces of armor and decor are basically battle trophies that display how good a fighter is. Armor can be taken off a defeated opponent and taken by the victor, this extends to horns and claws as well.

Raph has quite a bit of decor compared to other nexus fighters, him being one of the top fighters and having been there the longest. He always wears his helmet while in the ring, and his roar is a staple of his performance.

He also uses this bad boy

#my art #rottmnt #rottmnt separated au #broken hearts au #I have so so so many thoughts about the battle nexus #idk what I’m doing akdhdjsbsk #anyway have this

[xxlea-nardoxx]

I didn't know what kinda project to settle on, so I just made a few Au Kids drawings to practice.

I love how everyone here is just vibing and then there's Don having a gender crisis.

#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 au #tmnt 2012 #tmnt universes au #tmnt au kids #tmnt au don #tmnt au lee #tmnt au raphie #tmnt au mike #my art #Don wondering if he's transmasc or not: #anyway have this

[th3archivist]

Hob had been very annoyed with the downfall of modern sweets. The chocolate no longer had as much taste, it was just sugar. And all the best candies had been out of production for years. He mostly missed Cadbury’s Aztec bar, but that had been gone since the 70s.

He had been planning on complaining about that to his stranger during their meetup in 1989, but well. That didn’t happen.

So, he’d just gone on with daily life, no longer going out to the store everyday to get his favorite sugar bombs. The only thing that was still good was the ice cream, and every once in a while a cake or cookie. He mostly just stuck with savory foods though.

And then, his dear stranger had returned. And not only had he returned, but he had told Hob his name.

Dream.

It was so fitting that Hob had laughed when he heard it first. And then, later that night, he had murmured it over and over again, cheeks hurting from the smile he hadn’t been able to get rid of since his friend came back.

He hadn’t had the chance to tell Dream everything he’d wanted to that day, but to his surprise and delight, Dream had showed up not a week later right outside his classroom door. He’d almost given the student who opened it a heart attack.

They had walked through the park together, talking amiably. Or, Hob had talked, and Dream had listened attentively, smiling from time to time and adding a thing or two here and there.

It was during this friendly conversation that Hob had remembered how awful modern day sweets were. They had just been passing a shop, and a pair of kids had walked out of it, one holding a chocolate bar and breaking a piece off for their friend.

Hob had looked at them for a second, then remembered.

“Oh yeah, and did you know just how bad all the sweet stuff has gotten?”

He’d gone on like this for around a minute before-

“I really miss Aztec though. That was some really good stuff. Too bad they discontinued it in the 70s, dammit.”

Dream had looked up at him then, brow furrowed and eyes twinkling. He’d left shortly afterwards, to Hob’s immense disappointment. Though he had promised to come back before next century.

For two weeks after that, everything was quiet. No sign of Dream, just regular old brilliant life. Although it would be a fair lot more brilliant with a certain gorgeous pale goth in it.

Now, Hob sat by the window in the New Inn, checking the assignments his students had handed back to him earlier that week. It was around 9pm, only just getting dark. (Thank god for summer, shortens the electricity bill)

Suddenly, a cat meowed just outside the window. Hob jumped a bit, then looked over.

It was beautiful black tom, with silky fur and eyes like the cosmos. Those eyes were very familiar…

With a grin and a sneaking suspicion, Hob got up and moved to the door to let the thing in. It meowed up at him and rubbed against his legs as it entered.

He went back to his spot and sat back down. The cat hopped up on the chair opposite him. For a while, Hob just continued checking the essays, not paying the cat any mind. If his suspicion was correct, that was the best way to prove it, he though.

And he thought correctly.

Twenty minutes in, a slight breeze flowed through the inn.

Another minute later, a quiet cough sounded across from Hob.

Hob grinned and liften his gaze to meet Dream’s.

“Dream! How lovely to see you.”

He teased his friend, amused at how his brow creased with slight annoyance. He knew Dream wouldn’t run off from some casual banter, so he could afford this little thing every now and then.

“What brings you here, my friend?”

Dream blinked silently. Then, he reached into a coat pocket and pulled something out.

“Close your eyes, Hob.”

Hob did.

“Give me your hand.”

And Hob did. He was confused, but interested and eager at the prospect of touching this ethereal creature.

He realized he had never done so before.

Dream’s skin was softer than any silk Hob had ever known, though it emanated no warmth.

Maybe Hob could rub some into it some day.

Hopefully that day would come soon.

A small, plastic package settled in his hand, and cold fingers closed his own around it.

When Hob opened his eyes, he was alone at the table again, holding a candy bar. He blinked a few times, perturbed.

Then, he looked down at the bar and his breath hitched.

It was an Aztec.

It was a damn Aztec.

A laugh escaped him, incredulous and delighted. He pocketed the sweet, determined to get Dream to try it with him later.

And also maybe kiss him senseless as thanks.

This post was inspired by @gabessquishytum’s post, which you can find here

#dreamling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #the sandman #centennial husbands #hob x dream #hob gadling #hob x morpheus #lord morpheus #they have me in a chokehold #i love them more than life itself #anyway have this #I think I’ll post an extended version on ao3 later if I have the motivation #hob had a sweet tooth #and dream does too he just doesn’t want to admit it #they’re gay and in love #they’re in love your honor #fic post #^^

[luminlunii]

Do you think you can draw Rocky in a warrior's armour? (Most likely from a museum trip gone wild.)

The attire can be from a culture and time period of your choice.

I hope this is satisfactory aldkas;kd

my brain is slowly melting guys :))

#artists on tumblr #digital art #lackadaisy #lackadaisy rocky #im just tired everyday lmao #because of low iron deficiency #today is slower than usual #anyway have this #I don't know what medieval knight shoes look like lmao #I had no reference so just imagine #that he didn't put em on or something #i'm cackling #it's so silly #lumin sketch

[ghost-of-you]

Happy Birthday Ashton Fletcher Irwin!

#5sos #ashton irwin #my edit #5sosedit #ai #flashing tw #its his birthday!!!! #i didnt forget i swear osaiksokaoska #anyway have this #ive been playing with overlays a lot recently and this was cool to make oskaoskakos

[lover-of-mine]

We say we're friends but I'm catching you across the room...

#911 #buddie #911edit #buddieedit #911 on fox #911 fox #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my edit #otp: you don't need to pretend with me #sometimes you need to follow the voices at 1 in the morning and leave awake you to figure out what you were planning #i really need to start naming my projects better okasoaksoaksoka #anyway have this #this has probably been done before but #*shrugs* #911verse

[oleanderblooms]

i just think shes neat

#the boys fanart #the boys #the boys tv #queen maeve #art block #ive been rlly sick so whoopsies #anyway have this

[mispelled]

Idk if there are enough overlapping fans to get this but that's ok because I cater to myself

#and rad my beloved #anyway harry is soooooo hermie #i could list all the things but i tjink im too lazy so ill do a quick summary and probably miss a whole bunch #theater kid. must i say more #fucking nerd #dating/married to a cool goth girl (vrissy and scary) #(i could also go on about vrissy and scary's similarities but i wont for now) #both part of a sequel continuation of something else that can be considered not as good as the original #(NOT MY OPINION BTW DONT KILL ME FOR THAT ONE) #uhhhhhh i think there was more but im forgetting #anyway have this #mispelled draws #misp draws #dndads #dungeons and daddies #homestuck #dndads s2 #hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy #homestuck^2 #homestuck 2 #hs2 #harry anderson egbert

[voidling-prince]

Fearne will do it again btw.

#critical role #cr exu #dropout tv #dorian storm #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari #storyboard #animatic #anyway have this #ahhhhhhhhhh #Youtube

[riality-check]

part one

They all expected Vecna to come back.

If there’s no body, no body they can cut up and verify is a real body, they expect it to come back.

That’s how it’s worked since ‘83.

Vecna’s body didn’t lay outside the Creel house, so of course he came back. Charred, missing an eye, more grotesque, and even less human than before. They expected that, and they prepared for it.

They expected Vecna to come back. They didn’t expect Eddie to come back, too.

It was hard to tell it was him at first. His hair had been cut close to his scalp, uneven in places, and he wasn’t all Eddie. Not with the claws and the wings and the too pale skin and the dead black eyes, too dark and too all-encompassing for a person.

A human.

Dustin took one look at him and dropped his weapon. He just shouted his name, over and over and over again, but Eddie didn’t respond.

Dustin begged and pleaded, kept saying, “Eddie, it’s me! Don’t you know me?”

Eddie - well, not-quite-Eddie, just kept moving forward, claws sharp, teeth bared.

Steve had to drag Dustin away, kicking and screaming, when it got too close.

Eddie coming back forced them to change their strategy. They went into battle with music, trying to find the song that would bring him back or at least neutralize him. 

He had to come back. He had to.

Mike had memorized all the pins and patches on his vest, the vest that Steve still had hanging up in his closet. They cycled through band after band, tape after tape, starting with the songs Jeff and Gareth and Archie remembered Eddie always playing in his van and working from there. Judas Priest, Motorhead, Megadeth-

None of them worked.

So, they went to Wayne. Begged him to wrack his brain and figure out a song, any song, that could be Eddie’s favorite, one that was strong enough to break him out. Wayne gave them Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson and Tammy Wynette and Dolly Parton songs, songs that Eddie grew up with, the first songs he learned on guitar, the acoustic one.

None of them worked either.

Eddie wasn’t free until they defeated Vecna. Until both Will and El were gone.

Because Vecna went for Will next. Will, who was his target from the beginning. Will, who was only guilty of being so terribly similar to Henry Creel.

Vecna took him to be a puppet, to infiltrate the party, and then disposed of him.

His fatal mistake had been doing that in front of El. Her fatal mistake had been refusing help from anyone else.

But when the battle was over and the wreckage cleared and the dead buried and Vecna finally burned, they found Eddie.

Eddie. Lucid, scarred, human, and afraid.

The wings and claws shrunk back, and his eyes cleared again, enough to see the whites. But his hair was still short and his skin was still pale and instead of being a terrible, awful thing in the shape of a friend, he just looked…

small.

It took him a week to stop shaking and two more to speak again.

And when he did speak, the first thing he said was, “This one’s lasted a long time. I wonder when he’s going to kill me again.”

part three part four part 5 final part

ao3 link

tag list : @ashwagandalf @novelnovella @hi-im-eff @ladyapplejackdnd @silentiumdelirium @grtwdsmwhr @resident-gay-bitch @brassreign @sidekick-hero @starrystevie @henderdads @greyhoundsgirl 

#ria writes #smin au #part two of six #bold of you to assume #this would be a linear story #anyway have this #angst #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st ficlet #st #character death #sorry if i missed anyone on the tag list #i've never done one before